Through my eyes!

Okay this was a write and win contest over at Massacre Magazine. Now yes I could, or should have sent in this flash story based on the picture below. There is something compelling to just post it here and hear what those who read it think of it. To me it is not so much about winning. I just like to write.  Does one feel like partaking in the contest, feel free to get in touch with your dark side and write.
So hope you enjoy this short story. And yes I believe it is supposed to be something dark and horror like.
I let you be the judge of that.

Through the eyes of a crow

Let me show you what the world is like when a body is missing and a soul lives on in a shadow. Through my eyes one can see a world different from your own  A future never to be seen again except by me. Their final moments forever held within a loop of time. I am nothing more than an unlikely black angel sitting on your shoulder. Hated by many, I do bring death. Let me enlighten you giving a peek in the lands of shadows and set you free.

Watch her swinging back and forth, her body now devoured, her soul captured in her last shadow, that was cast on the ground by the sun. Forever imprisoned in time. But she is happy, you can still hear her laugh. Left to nothing more than an image moving. We know what happened. Still can smell the fragrance of that day and her hair dancing in the wind created by her swings. Her blood once colouring the ground red. Flesh, juicy and tender shredded and delightfully eaten. All alone that one summer day. Destiny was calling. Her time was up. And here I am on your shoulder with an eye in my beak.

Yes dearest this is your true heaven. One can say it is hell. Always hot with the suns shining, keeping shadows and souls happy. It is the last thing one will witness before becoming a shadow. And for those who choose to come here themselves are doomed to become like me. An angel of death. With nothing more than the memories of those shadows, who got visited by a murder. Memories engraved in blood, the taste of eyes, and smell of flesh till you meet another to devour.

“Any questions, dearest?”

“No! You sure?”

“Cry all you want, It will make the other eye taste even better”

“No need to remember any of this, little one. Just be happy and swing to your hearts content”

“Caw, caw” A murder is coming.

The End

©Ranting Crow 2013

That was the short, but enough to give an idea to a reader, story. Yes you read it did you not.
please leave a comment if you have one, I am learning by what you write and comment.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow

Work In Progress…!

So it is Wednesday and due to NaNoWriMo there is no challenge this time. So I thought this up. And I am not sure it will work. It is  a work in progress. Experimental writing.

Work in Progress…

A story of an artist who created the best art ever. He tried to inspire and have people think. That little thought grew in my head. Into hopefully a nice short story about using our minds and hearts better.

I am an artist, a sculpture, painter, writer, poet and even an occasional philosopher. For you I have in mind the best ever man-made piece of art that will blow every expectation away. Every one will be inspired, I hope.

That was my the start of my letter to the local council, hoping I will get selected as the artist who gets the spot in the middle of town. Where he can build his dream.
Now in order to understand I will tell you this idea  that will hopefully unlock all creativity of the human mind and all its imagination.

The explanation is as follows.

I want to build a cube with sides of at least 20 feet. A simple wooden cube, with a single door locked with big bolts and locks and no windows.
Around it I want to paint “Work in progress”. Even have some of that yellow and black ribbon with the same text wrapped around All surrounded by a small fence about 3 feet high and a six feet from the cube. Signs saying “Danger” and again “Work in progress”. On the little fences, on all sides a small tablet in the middle and on corners with the following:

Work in progress…

Here I work on the biggest and the best ever piece of art this town will ever have known. It will unlock your imagination and have you think about this town and its history and future. This is for you the people and hopefully the inspiration to make it even bigger. And see a future build right here, with the help of you all. So think about you and your town and see it being build.

Sincerely yours
R. Crow

Now I have been given the job and started with a big smile and huge expectations. Multiple papers were there to interview me. People watching dancing on the music played. While I build the cube, the fence and painted everything.

A paper wrote;; A work in progress. It will be the centre point of this town and community. It has started with the artist creating a big cube building and fence. We all wonder what it will be. It is for this town he is creating it. It piece that connects the past with the future right here and there. We all know this town as a rich past, and we do want an even richer future. So for that we ask you the readers; What do you think he is building? Send us your ideas and we will compile a top 20 and post in next week paper.
Might he be using wood, or stone. chissle or just carve. Marble would be nice, but a metal would be future like. Have any ideas just share it with us.

There s no better compliment than that as an artist, when newspapers make comments like these.

A work in progress…

©Ranting Crow 2013

Now there is a thought about it and as said not sure it will work. But an imaginary mind would have thought up hundreds of things, due to suggestive words written.  Or even how this story will continue. Imagine this in your town.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow

Edit: Just a notice on the ‘Crow’s Nest’ a newly added page with the stories I have written and there respected links to each chapter.

Sensual Sunday! Bank Rubber

A single short story this time.Maybe not what you guessed but enjoy the read.

Bank Rubber.

A hot summer day and I need to be at the bank depositing a check. The queue is long and a lady in a short skirt, high heels is standing in front of me. I cannot help but look up from her black heels and smooth shaved legs slightly tanned up to the edge of her purple skirt wrapped tight around her thighs. A medium sized belt swung around her waist bringing out her delicious grab-able hips. Her upper body is wearing a tight white top with purple flowers print tugged neatly down her skirt.
The smell of roses fill my nostrils when I am bumped from behind. The scent being from her brown curly hair my face just being pushed in. This is heaven.Is this what they mean with smelling the roses, if so I want it every day.
She turns around and I apologize for bumping into her and she replies with a smile of her ruby red lips and wink of her blue eyes. Her front is just as round and squishy. What am I thinking, I sound like a pervert thinking only of sex. I just can’t help it. That bright golden locket shimmering right above her cleavage. Eyes up, eyes up is all I can think of, hell one last peek. DAMN

Come one and RUB me!

“Next”.

She turns around with a slight mischievous smile,  she bends over pressing her firm round and sexy ass against my shorts, picking up her groceries and a small white purse that was on top. Wiggling even and looking back over her shoulder, winking like a little devil. She is asking for it, I should just slap… No I can’t, not in here, Argggh.
What is happening, I cannot let this happen. Why now, why here in this busy bank? What will they think of me? Sweat poring down my face and cheeks of red. She did that on purpose, maybe I should… no she would never want me. That felt so good, no I cannot think that way. But a cup of coffee couldn’t hurt. One last look from her blue eyes and red lips smiling tilt me over the edge. Damn that tease of a woman.

My head turns even more red as she walks away and my mind is set on the most erotic of dreams. I keep my hand lowered to hide my excitement. This should not happen, not here in a bank. I need to focus, clear my head, but my eyes keep gazing at the purple skirt trying to imagine what the underwear would be like. This is getting painful. My head looking around and around sweating, even through my shirt, what will they think of me.
“Next” is the word that brought me with both feet on earth and I raise one hand to make sure they know its me.
Soon as I want to make a move to the counter the lady looks at me with a surprised look and waves a arm. My nerves are getting the best of me, Did she see?
The next thing I knew when I reached the counter was a gun in my ear and a man telling me to raise my hands and drop my weapon. Before I could even utter a word I am being pushed to the ground. Face kissing the floor and a knee is pressed on my lower back. I can feel the gun against the back of my neck. But that is not the worst.
Pain is shooting through me as if I am an electric appliance and it is making me scream. The pain is unbearable and I reach down with my hand trying to make some room. A shot is the last thing I hear and with that bang I find myself awake and jumping up in pain holding my crotch.

Damn it was another dream gone wrong.

©Ranting Crow

So it was not a usual Sensual Sunday Story but still. Hope that it was fun to read, made me smile writing it.
Just let me know what you thought.

Happy Sensual Sunday.
Ranting Crow

Nature’s song!

Rain trickling a melody
The beat you stomp with the feet
Words spoken through wet lips
A Simple song of nature

The wind a gentle whistle
And birds chirping in a tree
to sing with you this song
A simple song of nature

Waves crashing into rock
with your heart in harmony
and everything tied together
A simple song of nature.

All earths given sounds
together with your own
all in a perfect Symphony
Creating a song of nature

©Ranting Crow 2013

How I love walking in the rain!
And the scent it leaves behind for the day after.

Steamy Sunday 3

Last part of the steamy Sunday, enjoy.

Our sweaty bodies lingering on the bed rolling and wiggling from position to position. Eating licking, tasting the wetness secreted slowly. Sweet and salty mixed on the tongue. Hands afloat over a thin layer of air across the contours of your body. Drawing circles around your belly button. Watching your breath filling your body making it go up and down. Drops flowing to the sides. Laying an ear to hear your heart beating. Racing fast and hard in harmony with mine.
Sounds of wetness stroking our ears, making our movements wilder, Tension rising when an ending runs near. The windows condensing from the heat our bodies create. Hands squeezing, grabbing tighter. Dragging our bodies to the cold windows. Fingers stroking, petting and rubbing. Stirring in all that dripping wetness.
Leaving impressions of hands hair and body in the drops of water residing on the window cooling our bodies to extend our time. Streams of water distorting the images we made, the tide coming nearer. Feel me hear me take me, I want it, wanting it now, are whispers in our deep animal like growls and breath. Our senses at their peak we prepare for what is coming.
Light reflecting on our glistening bodies. Our back arching, lying there on the floor, eyes closing, grip tightening and lip biting we fight against our upcoming scream that will fill the room with ecstasy, love and pleasure. Nothing stopping us from being as one, our roar makes time stand still. Our bodies like statues, muscles contracting, for that intense moment where everything s out of our control. Fluids running in all directions Our souls united with bodies entwined, we slowly come to our senses, remembering that moment that time stood still. And straight after we fall in each others arms with eyes wide open staring into the souls that say one thing. I love you. With a deep sigh our breaths slowing down, we kiss and lay fulfilled in each others arms. It has been a steamy Sunday.

©Ranting Crow 2013

This was Steamy Sunday in three parts. A small experiment by me to write a lovers story without the use of any gender details.  Just to see if it is possible. It has been tough so the parts were short and not sure i covered it all.. But I hope it was a nice read for all who took the time to read it.
So please share any thoughts and make a comment and let me know if you think I done okay. Its even harder to judge this from the writers point of view.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow